Summary: A Marvel AU fic. You and Sam Wilson were colleagues first and friends second. You were both top of the resident pool in a prestigious orthopedic surgical residency program, which left no time to start or cultivate real relationships. You had earned the spot through relentless efforts on every front, despite unwanted opinions that your plus-size pear-shaped self couldn’t hack it, and you were not interested in a relationship that could pose even the slightest risk to derailing your dream. A well-timed offer of the often-discussed, but seldom observed “sex with no strings,” started something that made you more than smile.
Word Count: 2800
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Plus-size reader insert
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. If sex without strings isn’t your thing, please don’t read. If a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to get it isn’t your thing, you should move on to the next worthy fic. If a black man and a white woman isn’t your thing, this isn’t for you. Oh, and this chapter has my most overt angst I’ve ever done. It’s not much, but writing it felt great!
A/N: I wanted to write, but didn’t feel like starting another multi-chapter serious fic with all the necessary elements to make it as good as this fandom deserves. So, I took an idea an kinda ran a little ways with it. Thanks to @andiholly and @loricomeback for their encouragement in writing a part 2 – my very first request! I’m kinda excited! 🙂
Your first year of residency was almost over. Late nights, take out, and those same ol’ nonstop demands were as omnipresent as ever, but your stress level had significantly moderated thanks to your arrangement with Sam. You and he continued to impress your supervisors and were given increasing amounts of responsibility. The decision of who would be the next Chief Resident was going to be announced soon, and you were both gunning for the position. If your insider network of therapists, doctors, and nurses were to be believed, the two of you were neck and neck.
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